Five alphas that are standing around panting turn their heads, their savage and rut-fueled eyes fixed on me.
I back away from the glass.
Chapter 44
Their deadly rut
The alphas grab the metal bar locking the door and yank on it, but it doesn’t loosen; it doesn’t even move. I stare at it and then up at them. One of them growls and backs up a few steps before running at the glass.
I let out a scream and stumble away, but the heat grips me, and I collapse to the ground panting. My nipples are rock hard, my core clenching, my traitorous body embracing the heat that I have spent so many years denying myself.
I squirm on the ground while my slick soaks through my pants and leaves a puddle on the floor.
My head is still clear, though, and the fear of what is going to happen is deep inside, a growing core of panic, but I can’t seem to control my body.
They slam into the door again, this time, one after the other, three loud bangs as three demonic alphas charge it.
And then, to my surprise, Mordecai is there. He wraps a thickly muscled arm around the alpha and twists his head. The body drops to the ground, and he steps over it, his furious gaze finding the other two.
I stand up, rushing to the glass.
“Alpha,” I murmur.
His eyes flick over me, up and down, and find me unharmed and unmolested, so he turns back to the growing pack of alphas.
“Come inside. I need you,” I call to him in a desperate whine.
He ignores me and fights the alphas until the glass is bloody, and I can’t see anything anymore.
A massive shape slams into the glass, and I scream, stepping back, further and further. The glass cracks and shatters, falling in an explosion of sound. The alpha stalks in, his tendons stand out, and his teeth are fixed in a snarl.
He’s not my alpha.
I pick up a piece of wood, but a wave of heat has me dropping weakly to the ground. He scoops me up and rushes back to the window.
The massacre on the street is something I have never seen before. There is blood and body parts everywhere, and even though the alphas are slipping in their falling allies, they still fight.
I let out a scream, a shrill, panicked sound that catches the attention of the two dozen alphas that are still alive.
Mordecai turns, his expression deadly. “Put my omega down.”
I shiver, but the alpha that’s holding me just tightens his grip, leaving bruises.
All around me, I can smell a wild scent, forests and flowers and moonlight.
That’s me,I think absently. But beyond that, I can smell them. Alphas, dominant, strong, musky, and my body responds to them.
Mordecai picks up a brick and hurls it with deadly accuracy. The alpha and I tumble to the ground, and as soon as I’m free, I scramble back from him.
Mordecai grabs my wrist and yanks me up.
“Do exactly as I say,” he commands in a bark that’s impossible to ignore. “Run. Do not let go of my hand.”
I run, managing to keep up with him, despite the pain.
Cadel and Jarek fly past us, intercepting the alphas who are being driven out of their minds by my scent.
Mordecai runs but not far. He finds an office building and finds the emergency stairs. They are blocked up and down, so it’s just a room, a tiny, empty space that was once a landing.
